This is a song about "Mother smoke pain jail fighting gangs cops"

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

I smoke dope too hide my pain , people say my life is full of shame.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Got to the end of the tunnel

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

My balance be so tight rope

From blunt smoke to gun smoke