This is a song about "Guns gangs weed killing"

I hit the studio

We got dat guns and flow

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Snooping around and killing

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I get that work from my face

Remember my guns like a mic,

Keep the bitches on my dick

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance