This is a song about "Running guns"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Floor seats at that wizards game

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

With my guns your get antiquated

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance