This is a song about "Gangs and feds"

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm on deck i'm up next

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'm duckin' the feds, touchin' the bread, and hopefully, faithfully,

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,