This is a song about "Guns popin"

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Hope you heard that intro

We got dat guns and flow

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

And my guns are directors

Let's enjoy our younger years

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

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons