This is a song about "Pelet guns"

And my guns are directors

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

We got dat guns and flow

But seemingly believe it though

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence