This is a song about "Guns blazin"

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

We got dat guns and flow

But now the dough like kaiser bro

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

The afrocentric rappers spittin', blazin' chronic,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Blunt blazin hotter than a comet

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence