This is a song about "Bob got guns"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver