This is a song about "Gun and hoes"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

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

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

What about the the gun and knife, crime

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I be murdering bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops