This is a song about "Shooting and hoes"

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

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

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

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

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