This is a song about "Gangs guns killing drugs police 30s 40s hoes bitchs thots niggas"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

He killing niggas and bitches gotta look out for this guy

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.