This is a song about "Guns and war"

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

A working genius, a work of art

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Redan road, that’s my street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And my guns are directors

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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