This is a song about "Steal guns"

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

People steal, people die,

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high