This is a song about "Guns make it count"

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

But i dont carry guns

Back with a vengeance

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

"no guns in this nation, hey why don't we try it?"

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

Yo some people wanna hit it now....take a deep breath count to three maybe

My city's culture to the game now in existence

So live it up until the end maybe you should use guns