This is a song about "Money guns and hoes"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Ain't no women at the shows

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And imma make these hoes bleed

Cause they right down the street