This is a song about "Got guns"

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And my guns are directors

Know just what your worth

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence