This is a song about "Weed trapping guns"

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Who be puffin that weed

Nightmare on any street

Where the thing is amazing

Guns blazing, hells raising

And my guns are directors

So you finally got the nerve

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Trapping with the hood rats

But you don't have a chance