This is a song about "Guns every where"

Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience