This is a song about "Money gun gir"

Music is money, money isn't music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I'm off the wrong road

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Your body's right as rain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Hold on you can see my vision

You talkin bout toting that gun