This is a song about "Murder destroy guns rude"

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Keep your mouth locked, shut and glued am i rude

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Holla at your rude boy

My secret is search and destroy

Rude and the total opposite of before

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

Looper mission_outdo myself rude and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent