This is a song about "Gun money"

While holding the gun backwards!

So you finally got the nerve

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Miami nights, ain't another one

In the car with a gun,

I'm autumn leaves change

My gun always in range

I fucking hate this job

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Music is money, money isn't music

I hit your block and we can box for fun

I really wish i had my gun

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Time after time, again and again