This is a song about "Bank gun bullet stop kill"

I can only imagine

Grab my knife and my gun

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

In a convoy to the bank

The faker they shakin' my hand

You talkin bout toting that gun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Getting bank and that is literal

As i light one for ill will

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,