This is a song about "Weed girls fame guns gans shooters"

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns

What these girls want is the fame

Down in dallas at the all-star game

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed