This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

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

I'm the head coach of the team

I create more deaths than nicotine

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

My hands are tied so i guess your deaths justified.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

3 deaths..in 1 summer goin days without noooo sleep.......