This is a song about "Idiot with guns"

Cause you freakin' idiot,that's just you

She gonna dance when that molly through

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Than an average idiot

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns