This is a song about "Gangs and gangsters"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks