This is a song about "Weed bitches money guns cops"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Artillery weak with guns

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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