This is a song about "Street gang"

Last of a dying breed

G.o.n.z. running down the street

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

By a gang called the police

I was born in a gang territory

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Wen i walk down ya street

When it's all said and done

Of the rebel gang captain

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Why are you talking about your gang

I gotta question for you man