This is a song about "I will go out in gun and blazers"

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Well bitch you better run cause this gun i got will overrun you and

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

What if i don't pay taxes and buy a gun illegaly in a different section

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And runs out of his home just as he tries to raise his gun,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

And who had renounced and prostrate, will soon be jailed in a prison called no way out