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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

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

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Pulls out a revolver/six shots/ cops called/ to put the screaming to a stop/

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I've been balling those shots

You pull up in parking lots

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

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hoppin fences

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs