This is a song about "Guns and weed"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Im starting to see guns and knives

We hustle to survive

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Everything ain't what it seems

With no guns and no shields

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Ballin til the buzzer blow

We got dat guns and flow