This is a song about "Guns and trappin"

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

We got dat guns and flow

Never break, took a break though

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

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

Trap our young black seeds

With no guns and no shields

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

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

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags