This is a song about "Nigga s guns shooting gangs"

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Shooting down moms and wives

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly