This is a song about "Weed money guns"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

All that ass in your jeans

With no guns and no shields

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence