This is a song about "Guns sex blowjob fingering juice"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I'm the nigga with the juice