This is a song about "Guns drugs hustlen hoes"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Bonding over our love for drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws