This is a song about "Pelet guns"

When you're reachin' your dreams

With no guns and no shields

And my guns are directors

The richest place on earth

Your body's right as rain

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

With my guns your get antiquated

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun