This is a song about "Slinging guns"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Slinging rock like they're free throws

We got dat guns and flow

This one right here for polo

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions