This is a song about "Guns and bars"

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And your readin my bars

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I try to tell them i'm one of the

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,