This is a song about "Niggas with guns"

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

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

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

You,niggas are like ghost with you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference