This is a song about "Sum got to change little kids taking shots to the brains our youth miss guided it strays when they aim this gun play a shame prison is plots while survivors dodge cops money exchange hands we all materlistic just because u listen don t mean you paying att"

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Through all this it gives me a fright because you never know when today is the last,

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

I mean he got chased by cops, while they all shot tasers at him

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

That's they way we do it when you got the money to blow

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Dismiss the fiction the fact is u should listen to this,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops