This is a song about "Guns rap money"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Money fast like eminem's rap

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for