This is a song about "Weed guns gangs"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Bad bitches get low

We got dat guns and flow

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats