This is a song about "London gangs weed"

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Don't you fall from grace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free