This is a song about "Pelet guns"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

With my guns your get antiquated

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Remember my guns like a mic,

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun