This is a song about "Well i have guns"

Alas poor phenomenaldropper, i knew him well

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

I try to be the guy, you think about

Well, either that or have you laid out

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer