This is a song about "Guns redisue"

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Im sayin one night my love is like that

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Talking about the god you serve

And my guns are directors