This is a song about "Money guns and weed"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

I used to have a nine to five

Im starting to see guns and knives

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I'm from the number one place on the map

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons