This is a song about "Niger guns"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Remember my guns like a mic,

With no guns and no shields

Servin suckers like dope fiends

The richest place on earth

And my guns are directors

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

With my guns your get antiquated

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

It ain't nothing though

We got dat guns and flow