This is a song about "Nick naming guns"

Guns blazing, hells raising

I know the moves i'm making

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my guns,

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I'm so damn quick they you would rather stick to that boy nick

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns