This is a song about "Gangs guns"

Talking about the god you serve

And my guns are directors

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Guns blazing, hells raising

Your eyes are amazing

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons