This is a song about "Drugs school and gangs"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money