This is a song about "Girls weed guns"

Who's better? them never, lo sweaters

And my guns are directors

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options

Where the thing is amazing

Guns blazing, hells raising

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Where you welcome to problems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence