This is a song about "Guns money weed"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

One time for the 305, though

We got dat guns and flow

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns