This is a song about "Guns shooting life"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Remember my guns like a mic,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

A shooting range with bullet limits

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

I was gonna write you a poem today

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

So drop the slam and let's get sick