This is a song about "Gangs guns"

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks