This is a song about "Pelet guns"

I say "stay", she wanna leave

With no guns and no shields

So you finally got the nerve

And my guns are directors

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick