This is a song about "Shootin guns"

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

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

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

I bet you hear that white music

Remember my guns like a mic,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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