This is a song about "Guns up"

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns