This is a song about "Gangs and life and girls and weed"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Haven't slept for days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Swear i will murk any beat

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

With some weed and a cup

She said i'm ready to fuck

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

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance