This is a song about "Guns armour"

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Me and my peeps often meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Together all the timethought it was true love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Guess they ran out of options

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks