This is a song about "Gold guns"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

And i drop top off in a hot cold

But like the diamonds and gold