This is a song about "Gang shooting"

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Five shots she ready to leave

By a gang called the police

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Flyer then the rest of them

Of the rebel gang captain

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

I was born in a gang territory

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

She michael jackson bad

Fly bitch gang we did that

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Now of days people will be shooting,