This is a song about "Weed trapping guns"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

With no guns and no shields

We can make more, make babies

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Man it’s the killer tracks

Trapping with the hood rats

Let's enjoy our younger years

And my guns are directors