This is a song about "Thuggin and hoopin"

Yeah, ready for whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

A military mind mean money

And a fridge and some broccoli

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Cause them hoopin' ambitions was where it's at (uh)

Looking so damn right you're wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed