This is a song about "Uk drill gangs"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

(vlad:) you won't be ok, ranked 14th in the uk

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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