This is a song about "Shootin guns"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns