This is a song about "Gun and hoes"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

You feel it from your head to your toes

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose