This is a song about "When i am whit my gang los chapos"

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Now you got me hopped up on that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Can't win with a passive attack

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

That when i smoke and rap i am the maximum

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

When i am elbow deep inside the headmistress

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness