This is a song about "Yyn tha gang"

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Gotta mental attribute that i'm tha differential

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

My flow's insane you feel tha pain

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Your man wale in his own damn lane

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

Why are you talking about your gang

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

By a gang called the police

I'm everything that they call nice

I was born in a gang territory

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see