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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Ice melts into rain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns