This is a song about "Selling weed blunts money guns"

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

They was on that mase shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

But hey yo look, money from across the street

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Man fuck this shit

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns