This is a song about "Knifes and money"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Get money like trump and rappas alike

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And they're robbing our money for tax

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Enticed on money and vices alike,

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve