This is a song about "By guns"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,

Remember my guns like a mic,

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

With my guns your get antiquated

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

By the water, au revoir to my audience

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Trying to renovate the game

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne