This is a song about "Muh guns"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

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

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Man of the year muh-man of the year/

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Gettin higher den a nose bleed, see to muh shows.

Guns blazing, hells raising

Money ain't a thing