This is a song about "Bitches money nwa guns"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

Talking of the gods you serve

And my guns are directors

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

I miss you at my recent show

We got dat guns and flow

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns