This is a song about "Nerf guns"

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Im starting to see guns and knives

Bring the battering ram where you live

Don't want to be the king

Guns blazing, hells raising

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat