This is a song about "Guns rap money"

With no guns and no shields

Rideright back to the movies

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho