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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

See, and now life seem hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Never lookin for a handout

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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