This is a song about "Gangs guns"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

We bustin' like shot guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Guns blazing, hells raising

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance