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

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

This is to my unborn child

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,