This is a song about "Guns kush bitches hoes club rhymes gangsta crip blood"

He turned into your everyday gangsta

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill