This is a song about "Guns make it count"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns,

You have to make it count, remove all doubt

I prefer your applause without a handout

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

But my dad didnt make it

Bitch you should see my wallet

But i told my self "don't falter dawg, you know you're a beast

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,