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

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Top ranked, number one my son

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And my guns are directors

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Im starting to see guns and knives

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

So she kisses the stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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