This is a song about "Money weed death guns basketball"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays