This is a song about "Guns cash cars woman block niggah"

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

We bustin' like shot guns

So she kisses the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Disabled woman mugged on the arbour,

And then along came the wrong man for her

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,

I be murdering bars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars