This is a song about "21 guns"

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Guns blazing, hells raising

That photograph is fading

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Remember my guns like a mic,

Go crazy when she hear music

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I got that goodman game

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns