This is a song about "Cribs guns hoes rap"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

To make jokes sound fun, im not one to rap about guns, but if i had one,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns