This is a song about "Weed guns"

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I said i got my ass beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Who be puffin that weed

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

In his body and face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet