This is a song about "Gunz and money"

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

To mash those difficult

And big money like hulk

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.

Spending her time with him i guess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

And we gettin' money, over here,

With plenty of money and women

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done