This is a song about "Shooting guns"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

A hell of motherfucking road blocks