This is a song about "Do the gear"

Tripping off the dope ass flow, i do

You good man, we don't want you

Fast lane on that last gear,

But my brother got a year

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

Crack another beer and grab the gear to have it out of the way, safe

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,