This is a song about "Guns and killing"

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

From the time that you stole my heart

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

My divine itching and shrine killing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Im starting to see guns and knives

There is a light that shines

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

We can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags