This is a song about "Guns are bad"

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Guns are meant for weak men, y'all can get the last shot,