This is a song about "Guns hoes"

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

You gotta breathe and be at ease

With no guns and no shields

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

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

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