This is a song about "Girls weed guns"

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Guns blazing, hells raising

Indubitably i'm too street

Sweet jesus, where's the weed