This is a song about "Money is a mission"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Spittin' sicker shit than strictly pricks, a different mission,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

On a critical mission, the physical edition

Music is money, money isn't music

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This isn't just a fuckin diss kid, to me it's a mission

Im just a lost soul tryna figure out what my mission is,

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

A lone armed soldier on a mission/

I’m atl pimpin’ custom pivot edition

Hey i'm a man on a mission

All wale talking is ambition