This is a song about "Nerf guns"

Remember my guns like a mic,

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns