This is a song about "Shoot guns"

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

We got dat guns and flow

These chalance give me balance

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

I'm why baby mommas leave

With no guns and no shields

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience