This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips