This is a song about "Idiot with guns"

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Im sayin one night my love is like that

I dont really confess, im an idiot/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.