This is a song about "Fuck gangs in london"

In fact it was fuck him

I love all the inspiration

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

The boa know they loving the crew

But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

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

Fuck all your bigotries, join in the festivities

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Only chicken heads chicken out

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Fuck if its locked, bitch im coming in

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I'll fuck those chicks in a bit