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

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

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

And i like my window tinted out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps