This is a song about "Got my guns out"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Happy until their casket gets closed, i'mma go out guns blazing

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Got a piece around my neck that spells out the name

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

With my guns your get antiquated

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Remember my guns like a mic,

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic