This is a song about "Guns sex money hoes"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

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

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

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

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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