This is a song about "Tattoos money guns and hoes"

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons