This is a song about "Gold guns"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

With no guns and no shields

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

My city's culture to the game now in existence

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Guns blazing, hells raising

Get off a key like i can’t sing

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings