This is a song about "Guns every where"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Because every where i go bodies suddenly stack, to the sky so black,

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Where do i start, how the fact when every i look at you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few