This is a song about "Guns and knife"

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

When bret hart meet brett farve

Like to go out and knife carve

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Im starting to see guns and knives

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

What do i really need

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

And got a knife to my throat

Since i was left with no hope

Malcolm x, by any means

With no guns and no shields