This is a song about "Guns and gangs"

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Like curses on the radio

We got dat guns and flow

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course