This is a song about "Young guns"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Grown men in this game

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Look how the buzz will grow

We got dat guns and flow

We bustin' like shot guns

Guess they ran out of options