This is a song about "Guns and war"

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Here i go again, falling in love

War between poorness and richness

Go crazy when she hear music

The final war of the whack and sick

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

But seemingly believe it though

We got dat guns and flow

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free