This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

For now everything just seem so right

My hands are tied so i guess your deaths justified.

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

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

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

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