This is a song about "I got guns"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

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

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

My guns blazing soon as i hit the room

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Think your fly? fuck guns i pull out and let the #fly #spray

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options