This is a song about "Weed money guns"

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,