This is a song about "Pussy weed guns"

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Me and my peeps often meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

You're that secret place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?