This is a song about "Dangerous moods"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Angry at the world cause we've been labeled dangerous

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Courses through our veins, pain's insane, dangerous,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I've got this change of pace, i'm dangerous waste, snapping them,

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,

"son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous