This is a song about "Cribs guns hoes rap"

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

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

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence