This is a song about "Big guns"

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Big tits and a big ass

Got my foot on the gas

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Thumbs up, guns to the gut, pull your trig, shot like the notorious b.i.g,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks