This is a song about "Pussy weed guns"

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Remember my guns like a mic,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang