This is a song about "Guns money weed"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through