This is a song about "Niger guns"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The richest place on earth

And my guns are directors

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles