This is a song about "Weed guns and coke"

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Me and my peeps often meet

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Riding around without a fuck given

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Maybe we just need to slow

We got dat guns and flow

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

He drinks too much coke and speaks with a stutter,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

A nay-sayer livin off dreams and hope he clings to dope and coke,