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

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

He's the nigga when the heat pulled the trigger, cops shot,

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns