This is a song about "Guns weed money"

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Indubitably i'm too street

With no guns and no shields

Tryna kill my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Bitch i'm all you need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"