This is a song about "Weed guns murder"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Haven't slept for days

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Of impactful things one can ask for

We thinkin you got em and going murder

...not wanted 4 murder...

Well, that's what you are