This is a song about "Guns money"

That scary love, never get married love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And my guns are directors

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Good kids make bad grown ups

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Ima keep that on the low

We got dat guns and flow

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns