This is a song about "Guns bitchers niggers dugs snitchers"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Remember my guns like a mic,

On trial for possession of some chronic

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns