This is a song about "The sound of money in the wind"

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Leave you bruised and bloody then you wind up in the gutter

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

You're the north wind in my sails, now watch them unfurl

Between me and you, do anything for old girl

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

The time that they were alive with the sound of music.

Money is the root of evil.

Never wrong at any level

Hide money in the nintendo

Your last man was semi pro

Heard the sound of several gun shots

A hell of motherfucking road blocks