This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

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

I figured out that it don't matter for real

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

My hands are tied so i guess your deaths justified.

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

I create more deaths than nicotine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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/

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly