This is a song about "Weed money girls guns"

You just do your thing chick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug