This is a song about "Growing up making money my boy bpatt and duschene my fam"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hustle for money and making livings

Its all bout music with stunning words and making you my minion

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

When i'm taking a wrong turn my fam puts me straight,

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Full clip in dat tech boy fye yo ass up feed to my pets now you chopped up

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate