This is a song about "Shooting up rival gangs"

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Im freestyling tell your mommy you got a mean rival

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Like the ocean a tidal rises to submerge it's rival