This is a song about "Guns"

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

And my guns are directors

If i sent my dad letters

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Gotta go, let her leave

With no guns and no shields

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns