This is a song about "Slinging guns"

With no guns and no shields

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I don't care if you actually think that you are slinging slugs!

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

I put it down your throat

Sometimes rap about slinging dope

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Guess they ran out of options