This is a song about "Guns and trappin and hoes"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

And my guns are directors

The birds i knew flip birds

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out