This is a song about "Life with guns"

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

With my guns your get antiquated

I never crack i got that chap stick

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

I'm blessed with sunlight caressed by night life

We will never die, we are forever alive