This is a song about "Guns weed money"

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Remember my guns like a mic,

But they say we ain't big

You haven't flowered loco

We got dat guns and flow

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains