This is a song about "Being a gang banger"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I believed in a higher being.

Mines is family over everything

But never once in a gang

You gotta understand man

Young'n in the fader like laundry

I was born in a gang territory

You ever been surrounded by a gang with no protection,

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

I got an evil gang the only thing to hear is a bang that sprang from their

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware