This is a song about "Guns money weed"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns