This is a song about "Gang violence"

Fitting ya without ma gang

Can you picture my specific plan

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

No key for release

By a gang called the police

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

It's for the high crime rates for all that gang bang violence,

Just so happens mine they prefer

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

And violence towards others

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth