This is a song about "Guns money weed gang"

While scheming on hits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Of the rebel gang captain

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true