This is a song about "Guns blood money hoes"

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons