This is a song about "Guns up"

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,