This is a song about "Guns blood money hoes"

3m's on my new balance

But i dont carry guns

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

She's bad and she knows

Remember my guns like a mic,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

We got dat guns and flow

I ain't tryna brag though

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Silicone bitches got the confidence

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns