This is a song about "Guns and bitches"

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

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

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

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

We got dat guns and flow

One time for the 305, though

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens