This is a song about "Guns drugs gas dead horses of war"

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Look it something they can't ever see

Keep a barrage of guns ready

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

The world is already full of war