This is a song about "Guns 64 compton streets ghetto eazy e nigga gangsta"

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Come see real niggas on my team

3m's on my new balance

But i dont carry guns

Don't worry bout a thang baby

An allegory without the e

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

You can disown him or stone him

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I said believe in your dreams