This is a song about "Guns blood money"

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

"money and blood don't mix

They bringing me fish and chips

Nightmare on any street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"