This is a song about "Money women guns"

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

Me and my microphone could be one

With plenty of money and women

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options

You just working with the scraps you was given

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Looking at these women

And it weighs a ton