This is a song about "Killing guns"

Hoping that he's listening

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Snooping around and killing

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns