This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

I cant believe you think you could get these pricks

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains