This is a song about "Guns clappin"

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

If i ever see you, i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

I got that goodman game

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

And my guns are directors

The birds i knew flip birds