This is a song about "Guns and bitchand weedes"

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Think your fly? fuck guns i pull out and let the #fly #spray

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark