This is a song about "Teachers with guns"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

These chalance give me balance

You can't evade my guns,