This is a song about "Oslo and guns"

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

These chalance give me balance

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

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,

Servin suckers like dope fiends

With no guns and no shields

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

They don't hear the bark

Think your fly? fuck guns i pull out and let the #fly #spray

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way