This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

These fuckin' pricks are getting me ticked

Money is most of y'all interest

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Artillery weak with guns

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence