This is a song about "Slinging guns"

Oldest nation on this earth

And my guns are directors

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Niggas is working forever my bars

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Since i was left with no hope

Sometimes rap about slinging dope