This is a song about "Weed guns"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But i'm not in the first place

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My city's culture to the game now in existence

And my guns are directors

So you finally got the nerve

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns