This is a song about "U gangs"

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

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

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Now my team comin right back at u

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

If ive told u once i told u a thousand times,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Cause baby i got u and u know this

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

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket