This is a song about "18st gang"

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

But never once in a gang

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Gotta go, let her leave

By a gang called the police

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Drop top on this thang

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song//