This is a song about "Area"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Cause this grey area i'm so familiar with

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fake based in the area

I love the area and all that it do for me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

But i got very very sad, climbed into the area with the clucks,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

We bring that pain and spit that truth from area to area,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra