This is a song about "Guns residue"

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

You know what i'm saying

Guns blazing, hells raising