This is a song about "Trench warfare gun"

See with a district columbia vision

I really wish i had my gun

Run away get away ye's got a gun

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Read the shit that he writes, multi rap killer dirty warfare drug problems

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I'm off the wrong road

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

This shit is a different type of warfare