This is a song about "Nick naming my guns"

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

With my guns your get antiquated

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Stick to my guns just like i taped em

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I have no hatred, i'm not naming no names

I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

And my guns are directors

Know just what you worth

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Try to take my guns, hah that's just fine

If i had on 'bama line