This is a song about "Weed trapping guns"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And my guns are directors

Know just what you worth

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Together all the timethought it was true love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Now i reached you.. now you weep so quit trapping yourself

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns