This is a song about "My olders in my gang"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I was born in a gang territory

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

My mind's discombobulated, in my thought's it's agitated,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I never had a family, except my gang and me