This is a song about "Drugs and gangs and lifestyles"

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I know you're mad, but so what

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

Revelations say you either fry or fly

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass