This is a song about "Killing with guns"

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Starts with the killing of you

With my guns your get antiquated

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,