This is a song about "Gangster life guns hood murder"

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

From hollywood to the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

With intent to commit murder

Chasing them checks, nike work

You gangster acting bastard.