This is a song about "Guns claping"

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And my guns are directors

Oldest nation on this earth

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

With no guns and no shields

Steal your love with ease

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs