This is a song about "Gangs guns"

Guess they ran out of options

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

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Get blown like lawn leaves

With no guns and no shields

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring