This is a song about "Guns weed money"

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

Remember my guns like a mic,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

We got dat guns and flow

Never break, took a break though