This is a song about "Bitches guns"

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Remember my guns like a mic,

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my guns,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Bitch i'm all you need

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips