This is a song about "Guns clappin"

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We got dat guns and flow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons