This is a song about "Guns up"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Thumbs up, guns to the gut, pull your trig, shot like the notorious b.i.g,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Guns blazing, hells raising

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Lately been writing poems

So live it up until the end maybe you should use guns

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience