This is a song about "Nerf guns"

Well rick james, maury jane

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Im starting to see guns and knives

I speak to cj often and sometimes

We got dat guns and flow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience