This is a song about "Gangs"

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

And all she wants is to dance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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