This is a song about "Nigga and guns"

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

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

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

The birds i knew flip birds

And my guns are directors

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Know give me a head start

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference