This is a song about "Nerf guns and pixie sticks"

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

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

Don't harbour cut throats, blades and sticks with sinnin' intentions

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

African queen got what you need

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Real words...elegant: a piece of art