This is a song about "Guns money weed"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

We got dat guns and flow

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns