This is a song about "Letting guns spray"

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Who real bitches check me out though

Cuz i’m not letting this go

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Nothing but accapella when you're letting go

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Just letting you know that you're not alone

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

I swear i'm coming back one day