This is a song about "Guns money weed"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Remember my guns like a mic,