This is a song about "Guns and armour"

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

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

On trial for possession of some chronic

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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