This is a song about "Bro gangstas"

Gangstas dying from day to day

Get in the mood on blacc friday

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Double m g forever though

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

I ain't talkative neither

Right with my bro sniper,

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Are we living or dead bro

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop