This is a song about "Kids with guns"

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

With no guns and no shields

So if you wanna leave

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Switch bitch fit, rich kids with pitched

If you feel it, it must be real just