This is a song about "Steal guns"

I got to make sure that i can play here

*original lyrics. do not steal*

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

For real my fists are made of steal

Tryin' do right by you got me here

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

I steal a fate, deliver ashes, instant cremate.

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns