This is a song about "Guns hun and mad money"

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

No gimmick: real time, real heart

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Im starting to see guns and knives

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,