This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

I'd give anything to get him off deaths list

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

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

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs