This is a song about "Weed money guns"

3m's on my new balance

Artillery weak with guns

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we kings and queens

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns