This is a song about "Philly philadelphia rollie phantom bentley guns money"

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

I'm went from god to a king, pete rose, philly,

With no guns and no shields

Just know that i'm always

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

Like a backwards rollie i hoping i dont get this time wrong

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn