This is a song about "Guns and niggas"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

These chalance give me balance

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Have no souls indeed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions