This is a song about "Arizona gangs"

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

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

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Man it’s the killer tracks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

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

My led hot like arizona/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams