This is a song about "Gold guns"

That photograph is fading

Guns blazing, hells raising

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I say that the pool is closed

Who real bitches check me out though

We got dat guns and flow

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles