This is a song about "Packing straps and makeing money"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Fuck the money and public opinion

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

You packing pistols? well bitch i’m packing iraqi missiles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Hustle for money and making livings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz