This is a song about "Oslo and guns"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Top ranked, number one my son

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

February cold as my heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns