This is a song about "Bay area wasted"

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

All these years feel like they have been wasted,

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Wasted talent now he wearing a tie

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

We never tattle, let god handle that

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

As i wait till its late at the dock by the bay

Do it fast or your plane's gonna crash, smashed by the bay

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I wasted breath being in tight hatred, we're wasted

We bring that pain and spit that truth from area to area,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra