This is a song about "Shoot guns"

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Hold it..now thank you for silence

We bustin' like shot guns

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

We got dat guns and flow

No, just put us on death row

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route