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

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

We pushing lambos, phantoms, and bentley coupes now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

With no guns and no shields

When you're reachin' your dreams

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

Go into their room hella silent like a phantom

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns