This is a song about "Gangs money guns weed"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands