This is a song about "Guns no swears"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

That moschino shit is so back

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

On trial for possession of some chronic

Remember my guns like a mic,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

She swears by it but if you break her heart

Guess they ran out of options

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns