This is a song about "With guns like this"

Remember my guns like a mic,

Got a sign on my dick

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

"no guns in this nation, hey why don't we try it?"

Thumbs up, guns to the gut, pull your trig, shot like the notorious b.i.g,

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

With my guns your get antiquated

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns