This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

We love for a while then a light goes