This is a song about "Gangsta guns"

He tries to be a gangsta,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns