This is a song about "Gun money best"

I really wish i had my gun

I wonder so often

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I fucking hate this job

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Thats a nice gun you have

Unless you got that money sonny, best you fuckin throw down

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

It is to be a lone gun/

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Music is money, money isn't music

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

It's been nothing but pain

Money bring pain,money bring gain