This is a song about "Steal guns"

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

All my love to these queens in here

As you may kneel i stay steal

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons