This is a song about "Knifes guns"

You can't evade my guns,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And my guns are directors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence