This is a song about "Money gaming guns"

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We got dat guns and flow

I ain't tryna brag though

3m's on my new balance

But i dont carry guns

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Lately been writing poems

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

With no guns and no shields

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Teach you how to rope a chick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

We bustin' like shot guns