This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

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

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