This is a song about "Gun and hoes"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

No, no, we are not those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And imma make these hoes bleed

Sometimes i think, what i need