This is a song about "Muh guns"

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

I'm a muh fucking stoner like a boulder on the couch

We got dat guns and flow

But seemingly believe it though

Guns blazing, hells raising

Same '89 camry that needs painting

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Man of the year muh-man of the year/

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince