This is a song about "Hackney gangs"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

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

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance