This is a song about "Got my guns out"

Keep the bitches on my dick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Got that nina on my side, i'll lay you out inna dirt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

We got dat guns and flow

I hit the studio

Huh, i can't interpret her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Got that nina on my side, i'll lay you out inna dirt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

His rhymes to my flows, i got out-voted

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Renting out the space in my head, it's got a vacancy