This is a song about "Weed girls guns fame gangs shooters"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

What these girls want is the fame

They think they bring that pain

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

You're not usin' your brain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Girl, you got me in a trance

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence