This is a song about "Gangs money and weed"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I wanna be next to you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

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

That hands you weed and alcohol

Just as you rose you will fall

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks