This is a song about "Guns money weed gang"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Artillery weak with guns

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Of the rebel gang captain

Gang banging with bloods and crips

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And she throws up whatever she eats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

By a gang called the police

Right flows down and they might go nice

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed