This is a song about "Drugs and shooting"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas