This is a song about "Money gang glock 11"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Believe me i'mma be your god

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

And they're robbing our money for tax

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

But we will get our gang back on the map

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

And come back baby boomerang

Fitting ya without ma gang

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,