This is a song about "Guns bangbang"

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

With my guns your get antiquated

You, you, you have to pay for that

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Five shots she ready to leave

With no guns and no shields

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

I live my life in tha fast lane