This is a song about "Street gangs drugs graffiti"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

This is the concrete

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks