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

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

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

You can disown him or stone him

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

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

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

That hands you weed and alcohol

She prayed on me passing that bar

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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