This is a song about "Guns"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Me and my peeps often meet

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

Remember my guns like a mic,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions