This is a song about "Gang banging and drug dealing"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

But now we must get money and stay from drug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

People in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,