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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Avoided the hits and the verbal riots and spits

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

Hit and miss these fake crips

Lil prps like 3 digits

In private, not public in the streets

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,