This is a song about "Guns money weed gang"

And dame said he proud of my newfound honesty

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

I told him get his 9 and run

Of the rebel gang captain

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Guess they ran out of options

Artillery weak with guns

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat