This is a song about "Guns and lo"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

They don't hear my bark

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Im starting to see guns and knives

Nigga fuck the black and whites

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns