This is a song about "Guns rap money"

We got dat guns and flow

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance