This is a song about "Guns and armour"

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

My talent should take me places i've never been

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

And by the way i'mma start

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

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

Indubitably i'm too street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience