This is a song about "Guns every where"

With no guns and no shields

So if you wanna leave

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

We be loven every where

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

3m's on my new balance

But i dont carry guns