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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

And now i'm laughin cause they'll all get so fuckin' mad

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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,

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

I want to fight the music on this one

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

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