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

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And my guns are directors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I mean of course just the same old

What's the deal with the nets though

We got dat guns and flow