This is a song about "Money bitches shooting xans uzi"

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I make songs about shit for attention

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Come right back, get a mask and uzi

They say nothings ever free

Popping shots off from my top like an uzi

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Mind your motherfucking business

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this