This is a song about "Kids with guns"

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Artillery weak with guns

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

One time for the ville that cole rep

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

With my guns your get antiquated

But they only like kids with hightop nikes

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns