This is a song about "Guns every where"

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

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

These chalance give me balance

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

We bustin' like shot guns

Guess they ran out of options

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles