This is a song about "Guns popin"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Me and my peeps often meet

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

With my guns your get antiquated

With no guns and no shields

When you're reachin' your dreams

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

We got dat guns and flow

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

Top ranked, number one my son

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun