This is a song about "Guns popin"

Keep a barrage of guns ready

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

But they say we ain't big

Remember my guns like a mic,

Through all the rain and the pain

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

And the v12, that's on various trips