This is a song about "My guns go loud"

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Remember my guns like a mic,

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

My guiding light burnt out, uninvited thoughts burst loud

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

I like my weed real loud real loud

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

With my guns your get antiquated

One night love: i'mma need that