This is a song about "Killing with guns"

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

With no guns and no shields

And all my childhood memories

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Artillery weak with guns

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Starts with the killing of you