This is a song about "Vagina pussy guns"

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Guns blazing, hells raising

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

We got dat guns and flow

Ran outside to see the big show

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king