This is a song about "Killing guns money"

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones