This is a song about "Hood and guns"

Everything ain't what it seems

With no guns and no shields

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

From the time that you stole my heart

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Im starting to see guns and knives

Then put it into sex drive

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.