This is a song about "Hackney gangs"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly