This is a song about "Ak47 money thots and gangs"

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And big money like hulk

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps