This is a song about "Steal guns"

We got dat guns and flow

Down just so we can grow

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

For real my fists are made of steal

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

I steal a fate, deliver ashes, instant cremate.

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

That’s rock bottom, when you want something bad enough you’ll steal,

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance