This is a song about "Toten guns"

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Keep the bitches on my dick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Or you can do better on some hate shit

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

You can't evade my guns,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Ross and folarin, couple women

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And my guns are directors

Talking of the gods you serve