This is a song about "Shootin guns"

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Here i go again, searching for love

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Remember my guns like a mic,

All you wanna do is get that stick