This is a song about "Guns redisue"

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Lately been writing poems

With no guns and no shields

But in the meantime it's lights please

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Searching for fortune and fame

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons