This is a song about "Gun and hoes"

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And keep out of the way of the hoes.