This is a song about "Guns redisue"

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Go crazy when she hear music

Remember my guns like a mic,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Keep a barrage of guns ready

But make sure if they do see

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

With my guns your get antiquated

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit