This is a song about "Guns and bars"

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,

If i sent my dad letters

And my guns are directors

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

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

With no guns and no shields

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats