This is a song about "Pelet guns"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns