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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Call me whatever joe

We got dat guns and flow

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Snooping around and killing

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)