This is a song about "Gold guns"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Guns blazing, hells raising

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence