This is a song about "Guns armour"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Until his words pierced my armour and to make things worse

Remember my guns like a mic,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

With no guns and no shields

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

I would have been a totally different person

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals