This is a song about "Guns gangsters"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

On trial for possession of some chronic

Remember my guns like a mic,

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree