This is a song about "Shootin guns"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Remember my guns like a mic,

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money