This is a song about "Rap and guns"

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

They don't hear the bark

With no guns and no shields

Just know that i'm always

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns,

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Im starting to see guns and knives

Before we see it's hard to live

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience