This is a song about "Guns money weed"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i got them gold bottles, first place

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance