This is a song about "Guns dont fire"

These chalance give me balance

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

All my shit designer

Your on fire.. your on fire

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And my guns are directors

Remember my guns like a mic,

Pose, click, pose, click

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We got dat guns and flow

Get you high, keep it on the low