This is a song about "Street gangs drugs graffiti"

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

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

More money that mean less sleep

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs