This is a song about "Shootin guns"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Ohhh, wait 'til i get back to campus

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

Erase the past, niggas comin' through shootin' up the blocks,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box