This is a song about "Niggas cops gangs guns"

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

Fucking each others moms

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

They got caught up with cops

I be murdering bars

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And mine somewhere bout mars

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

Artillery weak with guns

Guess they ran out of options

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing