This is a song about "Gunz and money"

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

And they're robbing our money for tax

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Hustle for money and making livings

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Young money like drake and nicki

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Look it something they can't ever see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Enticed on money and vices alike,

My conscious only knew whats half tight