This is a song about "Guns and knifes"

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

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Miami nights, ain't another one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

And my guns are directors

Oldest nation on this earth

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

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