This is a song about "Guns and bars"

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

Bars coming nice and fast

The faker they shakin' my hand

We got dat guns and flow

Hit the club she drop it low

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

So she kisses the stars

And your readin my bars

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance