This is a song about "Guns"

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

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

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

Now it's time to eat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

With my guns your get antiquated

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance