This is a song about "Gang don t get close"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

3 times, show me your peace sign

But we will get our gang back on the map

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Wait till he gets close enough to get his throat slit ''oh shit"

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I hope you get gang raped by black males with syphilis

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Using my name is as close to flow as you'll ever get

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only