This is a song about "Gold guns"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

But for long time i had gone cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Turn money into diamonds and gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Guns blazing, hells raising

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,