This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

But i let off everything i have

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

I create more deaths than nicotine

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/