This is a song about "Now they re grabbing there macs and ak s"

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

They won't shut up ... and wow! now she's there- cussing

Now i'm on top and they losing there mind/

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less