This is a song about "Guns money weed gang"

4-3... yea, remember that please

By a gang called the police

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Why are you talking about your gang

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

I can teach you all the sounds of love

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns