This is a song about "Guns money"

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples