This is a song about "Money skateboarding guns"

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

With my guns your get antiquated

With no guns and no shields

Lights please, lights please

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Cold, my style making my nose run

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun