This is a song about "Weed gun bitch"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

Girls fast how jamaicans run

I went to get the gun

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

I really wish i had my gun

See, i'm second to no one