This is a song about "Drug gangs guns"

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Shes addicted to me, like im her drug

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

From an african american stance