This is a song about "Weed guns"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Where the thing is amazing

Guns blazing, hells raising