This is a song about "Shooting and hoes"

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I keep my money neat

And imma make these hoes bleed

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Big homie hov said i am close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Mean alot more to me, check me out