This is a song about "Weed and guns"

What, what ... project shit what

With some weed and a cup

Started out with just alc and weed

Indubitably i'm too street

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And my guns are directors

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

So rest your weary heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

The revolution will proceed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags