This is a song about "Weed and pussy and gangs and murder and fuck the police and bloods and crips and riots"

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Your bars are pussy faggot and dead as fuck

I'm after you bringing traffic through

I'll fuck you dead pussy and you dead ass too

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Hit and miss these fake crips

African queen got what you need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed