This is a song about "Guns and armor"

I don't know defeat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Hold on you can see my vision

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun