This is a song about "Oslo and guns"

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Talking about the god you serve

And my guns are directors

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

We got dat guns and flow

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

With no guns and no shields

You gotta breathe and be at ease

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision