This is a song about "I talk guns"

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

But in my loneliness i talk to me;

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk

Stick to my guns just like i taped em

Here i go again, falling in love again

Entertain yourself whilst i talk,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot