This is a song about "Blunts snakes guns money nip it"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

Roll it up and smoke it down, throwin blunts out to the crowd.

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My so called mates all turned to snakes

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I want it all... all of the money