This is a song about "Guns to peoples heads"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I keep my money neat

We went from street kid drug heads to wearing cartier sunglasses

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Licking peoples arses like hes following his cattle, he tends to mutter cus hes got a

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex