This is a song about "Pussy weed guns"

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Remember my guns like a mic,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Artillery weak with guns

3m's on my new balance

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience