This is a song about "I be in the gang"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

They had a hell of a run

Of the rebel gang captain

I gotta question for you man

But never once in a gang

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I wanna get respect i wanna be in the grates,

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

I got an evil gang the only thing to hear is a bang that sprang from their

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware