This is a song about "Got guns"

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

But i dont carry guns

Back with a vengeance

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Got a whole team of guns only gotta pair of hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks