This is a song about "Guns n wanna be gang memebers"

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

U play cod n' hold the controller sideways as ur banging the guns

I'm going to scream come on, or there'll be guns drawn.

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

I'm a be what i fucken wanna be

And its simple as that baby

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Coz the wouldn't wanna be me

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Fuck 'em all when i creep 'n crawl they sleep 'n fall so they wanna brawl

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Marshmallows inside my pen

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great