This is a song about "Money hoes and guns"

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

With no guns and no shields

Get blown like lawn leaves

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Im starting to see guns and knives

Nigga fuck the black and whites

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes