This is a song about "Killing with guns"

Killing with words and making your mind longer

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

With my guns your get antiquated

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams