This is a song about "Alleys"

Needlessly to bitties down alleys,

As much as i wanna leave

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Packin powder and much more in the alleys