This is a song about "Guns and fun"

The drug that they brain need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Im starting to see guns and knives

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

See, where i come from is hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

I make fun of faggots, nerds and fatties

I'm everything that they call nice

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

I'll grab my chainsaw and go [ven. ven.] and have some fun

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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