This is a song about "Pillar guns"

And my guns are directors

Know just what your worth

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

I got them saying

Guns blazing, hells raising

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Where you welcome to problems

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options