This is a song about "Shootin guns"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Cougars- they keep me shootin' like a reuger suggests

And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Your better off shootin yourself

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns