This is a song about "Young guns"

We can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Remember my guns like a mic,

Ambition is still very big

They say that karats help your vision

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Hate it when i leave

With no guns and no shields

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance