This is a song about "Weed trapping guns"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

I'm the sushi king

Guns blazing, hells raising

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles