This is a song about "Guns and knifes"

She said it really dont matter if its real though

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

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

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

I put these poems all in these songs

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

If i sent my dad letters

And my guns are directors