This is a song about "Rap and guns"

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

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

I’m way harder than the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

There are times when you'll need someone

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

I apologized a trillion times

Im starting to see guns and knives