This is a song about "Ive got the gun s in glory"

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ive got reputations to slaughter in no specific order when they aplaud ha,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Ive got the sickest of minds

Got a flock full of dimes

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress