This is a song about "Guns and rolling"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Tryna kill my dreams

With no guns and no shields

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Like a small garage in your backyard

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I'm intricate and infinite and rolling with no syndicate/

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"