This is a song about "Alleys"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Needlessly to bitties down alleys,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I'm everything that they call nice

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups