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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Talking of the gods you serve

And my guns are directors

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Im starting to see guns and knives

What we gotta do to survive

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

The revolution will proceed

And imma make these hoes bleed

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Bought the dope and have hoes