This is a song about "Guns money"

Talking about the god you serve

And my guns are directors

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Lately been writing poems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

Remember my guns like a mic,

I never crack i got that chap stick

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns