This is a song about "Guns blood money hoes"

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

"money and blood don't mix

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

So if you wanna leave

With no guns and no shields

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Remember my guns like a mic,

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick