This is a song about "Knifes guns"

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Guns blazing, hells raising

The time is waiting

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And my guns are directors

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers