This is a song about "With guns like this"

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

With this fake smile upon my face. (like a mask?)

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"

Look at this sad bitch with wack shit rappin' like this a fast win

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

That you might not agree with, see it like this, troop,