This is a song about "I got guns"

Me and my microphone could be one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

My guns blazing soon as i hit the room

For the low that nine cheap

I pray the lord my guns to keep

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Let me mom know i got in a fight and guns were dispersed

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first