This is a song about "Loyalty to gangs"

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Loyalty is our middle initial,

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Pray to god to bless you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

To complain to him or her

I am the streets, the future