This is a song about "Life with guns"

But with the thug life comes

Lately been writing poems

They call me better now. see when everything is stopped

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

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

With my guns your get antiquated

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

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

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance