This is a song about "Guns up"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

So live it up until the end maybe you should use guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

If i sent my dad letters

And my guns are directors

I do the right thing

Guns blazing, hells raising

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

3m's on my new balance

We bustin' like shot guns