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

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hoppin fences

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

My neighbors turn to my cousins

I go through phases of violence

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

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

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

And my condition to start violence

Not king james, these were coke kings

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots