This is a song about "Gangs and drugs"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in 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