This is a song about "Painted airsoft guns"

Laughing at the picture painted out with the words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

We got dat guns and flow

No, just put us on death row

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Piece of art that i painted

I'm back on my sixty six six shit