This is a song about "Dope money guns"

With no guns and no shields

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Sometimes rap about slinging dope

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Nice flow / my minds dope

Up on phrases i wrote

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Got a sign on my dick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Must be something you want me to see

Not bad using that dope money