This is a song about "Kidnapping infants and there mothetd"

Says money in the air

And it was all right there

Together all the timethought it was true love

Smashin giant mcs to the size of infants

And, if you want take it there

And if they did, they didn't care

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

So let's get out there and attack

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

We getting money, you can face the facts

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

And make thoughtless people start changing there tone,

Playing with fire is a danger zone