This is a song about "Guns on deck"

Try to avoid any criminal activity on deck,

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

And she would do anything for everything

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors