This is a song about "School fast cars guns"

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars