This is a song about "Weed guns murder"

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

The ice ain't really nothing to her

We thinkin you got em and going murder

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Ran outside to see the big show

We got dat guns and flow

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Thoughts of bloody murder.

You know...you know who you are

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

I wanted a brother my mother i told her