This is a song about "Weed guns gangs"

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Remember my guns like a mic,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need