This is a song about "Drug dealing gangs guns"

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Somthing that i just cant dealing

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug

We're young and we don't give a fuck