This is a song about "Girls weed guns"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

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

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

Say you through will all my foul ways

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons