This is a song about "Pasta and guns"

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

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

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

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

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Your girlfriend want to follow

We got dat guns and flow

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence