This is a song about "Guns are bad"

You are a bad patient

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Guns are meant for weak men, y'all can get the last shot,

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened

Down just so we can grow

These hoes are bad and they know

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

Shit my rhymes are bad an upgrade is needed to boost this thread,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed