This is a song about "Guns pussy money"

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Guess they ran out of options

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart