This is a song about "Money skateboarding guns"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

With my guns your get antiquated

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Me and my microphone could be one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence