This is a song about "Life and guns"

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

No wonder why when times get hard

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

With no guns and no shields

I'm why baby mommas leave

The world seems strange at times

Im starting to see guns and knives

No, just put us on death row

We got dat guns and flow