This is a song about "Gun money"

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

I would have been a totally different person

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Escaping from my fucken gun

Just give me a carrot gun

And i know that you're open

I went to get the gun

And you can tell everyone

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Cold world no blanket son

I love to pull out my gun

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Puts that gun to his temple

Music is money, money isn't music

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip