This is a song about "Guns shooting life"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Remember my guns like a mic,

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick