This is a song about "Guns money"

Now it's time to eat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Teach you how to rope a chick

Remember my guns like a mic,

We got dat guns and flow

I ain't tryna brag though

And my guns are directors

Know just what you worth

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Im courtside, wizard game

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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