This is a song about "Weed gangs"

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

With some weed and a cup

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed