This is a song about "Guns shooting life"

Why am i back to shooting up again?

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Pose, click, pose, click

Remember my guns like a mic,

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Shooting down moms and wives

Got a flock full of dimes

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns