This is a song about "All my niggas bloodgang"

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

All my niggas stayed strapped r.i.p. to ma she stayed on the truth

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies bounce that back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

All my niggas still drilling shit

After that moscato hit