This is a song about "Idiot with guns"

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

With my guns your get antiquated

Because there ain't no coming back from that

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box