This is a song about "Money skateboarding guns"

Ha, in your loophole though

We got dat guns and flow

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance