This is a song about "Guns gangs weed killing"

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

What do i really need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Don't want to be the king

Guns blazing, hells raising

Snooping around and killing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science