This is a song about "War guns nukes"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silly bitches gon' follow

We got dat guns and flow

The shit that i spit is more

Money is worst than a war

You can't evade my guns,

That was my influence

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

As soon as i walk in the door

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts