This is a song about "Puns"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

In this session i bless this one with a quick run sick puns

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

Same swank except now the brethren's puns be stinging