This is a song about "Nick naming my guns"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Guns so big my barrel is a double muzzle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

To make karma come faster than she normally will