This is a song about "Gangs s"

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If only i could go back into the 80’s