This is a song about "With guns like this"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

"no guns in this nation, hey why don't we try it?"

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

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Yeah i know we never got to meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn