This is a song about "Blowin pack and hoes"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

And fuckers know my story, and now i pack the wesson,

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Write and same time blowin reef.

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Indubitably i'm too street

And imma make these hoes bleed

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Then quickly an outro so i can just pack up and leave,

Fucking each others moms

Fuck them hoes and the cops