This is a song about "Guns gangsters"

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs