This is a song about "Weed guns gangs"

I know the road i'm taking

Guns blazing, hells raising

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons