This is a song about "Gangs"

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats