This is a song about "Marijuana and guns"

Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Im starting to see guns and knives

When i get my hands on nines

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

That's why we got washington and california tryna make marijuana legal