This is a song about "With guns like this"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

That you might not agree with, see it like this, troop,

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

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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