This is a song about "Weed and guns"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Weed smoke, booze and violence

With no guns and no shields

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

They say we living in troubled times

Im starting to see guns and knives

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

6 o's pay for my car

And delete that weed you are