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'

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Needlessly to bitties down alleys,

I'm why baby mommas leave

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Packin powder and much more in the alleys