This is a song about "Life with guns"

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Or end your life with rhymes.

I used to have a nine to five

Right flows down and they might go nice

Protect it, with ya life

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I'm everything that they call nice

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see