This is a song about "Gangs money guns weed"

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my guns,

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

In private, not public in the streets

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"