This is a song about "Killing gangs guns and drugs"

Competition on the court

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

With no guns and no shields

Trap our young black seeds

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Snooping around and killing

Money ain't a thing

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

But i let off everything i have

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs