This is a song about "With guns like this"

With momentum like this it won't stop now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Have no souls indeed

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

With this fake smile upon my face. (like a mask?)

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference