This is a song about "Money gang glock 11"

So take the stage just show me what you got

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Not involved in a gang or a life of crime

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Let me see you walk

Cause i got my fucking glock,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Sucka, i let the whole rebel gang fuck her