This is a song about "Letting guns spray"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Guns spray your way so you can say your gonna be drowned.

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Letting the melody synch while i jot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Just letting you know that you're not alone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

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

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Cuz i’m not letting this go

What's the deal with the nets though