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

Just hustling you understand

Im focused on a bigger bank

You're too young to be top gun stop the fun you're level one

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

I got so much in the bank

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

You aint no grave digger, now drop the gun 'n stop fuckin with her/

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Grab my knife and my gun

We have nothing in common