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

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

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

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And my guns are directors

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Then put it into sex drive

Im starting to see guns and knives

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws