This is a song about "Guns and hoes"

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

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

February cold as my heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns