This is a song about "Hoes gun bullet stop kill"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

We out here chasin hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Grab my knife and my gun

There are times when you'll need someone

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

You're too young to be top gun stop the fun you're level one

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

And come back baby boomerang