This is a song about "Cops gangs death shoot guns nigga"

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

And the significance of cops

You pull up in parking lots

I’m way harder than the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

And mine somewhere bout mars

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence