This is a song about "Young guns"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Keep a barrage of guns ready

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

Remember my guns like a mic,

I'mma make it rain trick

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks