This is a song about "Gangs and guns and hoes"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And my guns are directors

Let's enjoy our younger years

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Servin suckers like dope fiends

With no guns and no shields

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most