This is a song about "Guns money weed gang"

Gang banging with bloods and crips

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

We fuckin' it up this summer

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Yeah, the kid in this thang