This is a song about "Guns killing"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My divine itching and shrine killing

Hoping that he's listening

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns

And my guns are directors

Know just what you worth

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Not for attention for killing