This is a song about "Gangs killing control"

18 year sentence with no parole

He thinks that he can control

My divine itching and shrine killing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Whether it was prison or a killing,

Hit it til your make up missing

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

If i don't make that man there dance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit