I'll probably be a mystery to many, but a legend to some

I've been a man for many women, but a husband for none

In case you see me out in traffic, looking nervous and high

My hands, holding my pistols will they serve us or die?

May God forgive me for my crooked ways, I didn't mean it

Knew I'd fall in love with money the first day that I seen it

Maybe now they can understand, my occupation

It's clear that my only fear of death is reincarnation