This is a song about "Weed trapping guns"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

4-3... yea, remember that please

With no guns and no shields

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains