This is a song about "Guns blood money"

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Tryna kill my dreams

With no guns and no shields

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

She said i'm ready to fuck

Full up to fuck with blood,

Went out and had a church of kids

"money and blood don't mix

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

With my guns your get antiquated

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Good kids make bad grown ups

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.