This is a song about "Gangland"

Got so much power in my hand

And i ain't trying to land

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Yeah, the sex in the sack

And i thought i was black

I don't know why i'm even on this track

To their backs and attract the black on black

Two white cups and i got that drank

While i freakin' spit black

Miami nights, made a couple grand

I'll smack you with either hand

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Test me hit you with a deadly crime

Since when was having dreams a crime?/

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time