This is a song about "Money guns pimpin"

Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I go pimpin every night like shaq

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance