This is a song about "Guns are bad"

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

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

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

So take the stage just show me what you got

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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