This is a song about "School gang"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Fitting ya without ma gang

Live my life through some film, man

Fuck you if you feelin' different

No gang alignment but i'm very vibrant

It was all bad

Fly bitch gang we did that

I was born in a gang territory

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

While we going through the school