This is a song about "Glocks gangs mrs loroep"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free