This is a song about "Money and guns and hoes and blood"

They just don't give a fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

And imma make these hoes bleed

Sometimes i think, what i need

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow