This is a song about "Guns"

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

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

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Lately been writing poems

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Servin suckers like dope fiends

With no guns and no shields

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Keep a barrage of guns ready

But make sure if they do see