This is a song about "Nerf guns"

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Im starting to see guns and knives

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

We got dat guns and flow

Like curses on the radio

Remember my guns like a mic,

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years