This is a song about "Guns gangsters"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Remember my guns like a mic,

I'mma let you hang chick

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles