This is a song about "Weed guns gangs"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Oh he was shot by other gangs/