This is a song about "Painted airsoft guns"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I painted a crime just for the feds

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound