This is a song about "My guns"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Know just what your worth

And my guns are directors

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

If you don't know, maybach is the clique