This is a song about "Guns drugs hustlen hoes"

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Remember my guns like a mic,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose