This is a song about "Weed guns drugs rich trapping shooting"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

My niggas out here trapping a lot

This is the part where we run hip hop

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from