This is a song about "Gangs"

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

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

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

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here