This is a song about "Pussy weed guns"

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

She say you got a pussy!

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance