This is a song about "Guns on deck"

On our dgk deck cause we dirty ghetto kids

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

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

Bitches on his dick [deck]

I respect that you don't know yet

My voice make her wet

Unions they always on deck

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet