This is a song about "Guns and weed"

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

The revolution will proceed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

With no guns and no shields

Everything ain't what it seems

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags