This is a song about "My guns go loud"

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Clowns.. its like jack the ripper his legend made the public go loud,

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

Sometimes two people jump their feelings out

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Happy until their casket gets closed, i'mma go out guns blazing

Pop it back stick it out

I like my weed real loud real loud

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I pray the lord my guns to keep

From the back seat, back seat

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

You can't evade my guns,

That was my influence