This is a song about "Guns fire"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

I was born to do the damn thing

Guns blazing, hells raising

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

And my guns are directors

The richest place on earth

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

What's with all this fire,

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Amen, they say you only live once

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance