This is a song about "Idiot with guns"

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

With my guns your get antiquated

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

You are a goddamn idiot you nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots