This is a song about "Guns shooting life"

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Paper planes, long flights

Shooting down moms and wives

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Remember my guns like a mic,

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts