This is a song about "Drugs guns weed"

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,

Bonding over our love for drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Remember my guns like a mic,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

Double m g forever though

We got dat guns and flow