This is a song about "Money guns pussy"

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Trap our young black seeds

With no guns and no shields

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains