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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns