This is a song about "Violence thugs gangs guns cops death shots"

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

While young thugs still running away from the cops

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

I go through phases of violence

Ask 'bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hopping fences,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick