This is a song about "Guns money n weed"

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain