This is a song about "Gangs and weed"

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Rolling weed and smoking it too

When i get to warwick avenue

Bitch i'm all you need

Put up and smoke that weed,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i got them gold bottles, first place

6 o's pay for my car

That hands you weed and alcohol

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs