This is a song about "Young guns"

We got dat guns and flow

No, just put us on death row

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

With my guns your get antiquated

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Remember my guns like a mic,

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

Lately been writing poems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.