This is a song about "Gun and hoes"

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

But you never come when you period is five days

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And mine somewhere bout mars

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes