This is a song about "Shooting up rival gangs"

She got that good good

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Having you wish you read the bible more,my presence can rival wars

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

Success is my idol being broke is my rival

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil