This is a song about "Big guns"

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns

With no guns and no shields

You gotta breathe and be at ease

And my guns are directors

The birds i knew flip birds

I do the right thing

Guns blazing, hells raising

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns