This is a song about "Pistols weed snaps fast cars bitches money block"

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

And you all will respect that

Money fast like eminem's rap

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Wetter than a swish and i never miss