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

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Guess i’m different than most

Bought the dope and have hoes

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And imma make these hoes bleed

Swear i will murk any beat

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

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

Know just what you worth

And my guns are directors

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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