This is a song about "Guns weed money"

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

As much as i wanna leave

With no guns and no shields

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks