This is a song about "Toad guns"

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

All that ass in your jeans

With no guns and no shields

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Where you welcome to problems

Oh my a man-toad? is he whole or twin sets

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense