This is a song about "Niger guns"

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

You just working with the scraps you was given

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns