This is a song about "Well i have guns"

My guns blazing soon as i hit the room

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I be ballin, they wonder why

Destiney u laugh well should i

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Oh u got skill? well u must have misplaced it

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Well, either that or have you laid out

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Shows to do, got record to sell