This is a song about "Painted airsoft guns"

Where you welcome to problems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns