This is a song about "Money gaming guns"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Which to me looks like your doing more gaming, then rhyming,

I do love mind gaming

I got them saying