This is a song about "We got guns"

Than the muse of a family

But we all got the same rights don't we?

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

But we so poor, we got no door,

We got money so we ball out

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Got a whole team of guns only gotta pair of hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Yeah.......we got that number six

She likes the way it hits her lips