This is a song about "Specific"

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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,

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

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

There to specific while we stay broad.

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

I can still call you out without being too specific,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,