This is a song about "Guns popin"

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Stuck in this game

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And my guns are directors

So you finally got the nerve

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

With my guns your get antiquated

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit