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

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

You can see with your fans

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

They got caught up with cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And the significance of cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace