This is a song about "Guns redisue"

With my guns your get antiquated

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Remember my guns like a mic,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

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