This is a song about "Guns money"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Have no souls indeed

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Now i'm living out my dreams

With no guns and no shields

What them tippers don't see

Keep a barrage of guns ready

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns