This is a song about "Spraying guns"

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,