This is a song about "Letting guns spray"

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

And it begins to phase him more each day

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Maybe i'm just being real but letting shit phase me

Remember my guns like a mic,

Go crazy when she hear music

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Nothing but accapella when you're letting go

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me