This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I create more deaths than nicotine

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

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

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit