This is a song about "Guns to my head"

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

In my head theres no place to escape what is not

Head to my bed start again it's a youthful life

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Try to take my guns, hah that's just fine

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer