This is a song about "Money guns"

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

And my guns are directors

Talking about the god you serve

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

I'm going off the top of the brain

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence