This is a song about "Dope money guns"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Fuck that shit aint so dope

On top of that, i’m broke

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Remember my guns like a mic,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

You can't evade my guns,

These chalance give me balance

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns