This is a song about "War guns nukes"

Remember my guns like a mic,

I bet you hear that white music

Trap our young black seeds

With no guns and no shields

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Some old bitch that we did before

Money is worst than a war