This is a song about "Letting guns spray"

Remember my guns like a mic,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Stuck letting the drugs simply do what i could not.

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

When i get that gun that shit just gonna spray

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns