This is a song about "Guns and pis"

With no guns and no shields

Now i'm living out my dreams

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

Ha, in your loophole though

We got dat guns and flow

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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