This is a song about "Weed guns"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

In the club like fuck it, though

We got dat guns and flow

3m's on my new balance

But i dont carry guns

The revolution will proceed

Put up and smoke that weed,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles