This is a song about "Stripes"

I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Stole my stripes from the pelt of a now panther

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

So don't dare talk about respect if you haven't earned your stripes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Hit you with one strike, knock stars out your stripes 'cause your still what i don't like

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Hit you with one strike, knock stars out your stripes 'cause your still what i don't like