This is a song about "The dangers of gangs"

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly