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

In a convoy to the bank

Enforce, i'm elegant and

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

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

Ready to kill, wont stop till, i say so,

I just call it …remember all the dough

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

My drive is like no one

You talkin bout toting that gun

Grab my knife and my gun

We have nothing in common

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

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