This is a song about "Money gaming guns"

Remember my guns like a mic,

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

You know what i'm saying

Guns blazing, hells raising

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

By the water, au revoir to my audience