This is a song about "Guns drugs money hoes"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

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

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience