This is a song about "Specific"

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Ive got reputations to slaughter in no specific order when they aplaud ha,

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

There to specific while we stay broad.

Only real niggas stay on top

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Specific to the geo where the current twisted, forever they drifted, never to be lifted,

I can still call you out without being too specific,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

No specific pick , no particular list.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

But in no specific order, man, here is how i rank 'em,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them