This is a song about "Big guns"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Big tits and a big ass

Baby, you got that super bass

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles