This is a song about "Guns money"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

I'll never call you bitch again

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

Remember my guns like a mic,

Keep the bitches on my dick

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,