This is a song about "Spraying guns"

I know you been anxious to hear me spraying,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

We got dat guns and flow

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Remember my guns like a mic,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Spraying niggas down just like a juggernaut

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases