This is a song about "Muh guns"

But in the meantime it's lights please

With no guns and no shields

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

I'm a muh fucking stoner like a boulder on the couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And my guns are directors

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse