This is a song about "My guns go loud"

With my guns your get antiquated

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Remember my guns like a mic,

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

My music so loud, you here it outta town

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

My guns blazing soon as i hit the room