This is a song about "With guns like this"

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

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

With my guns your get antiquated

You, you, you have to pay for that

Then to try to chase these men

Stick to my guns just like i taped em

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I said i got my ass beat