This is a song about "Australian gang"

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

But never once in a gang

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Fitting ya without ma gang

Wolf haley, golf wang

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Of the rebel gang captain

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Why are you talking about your gang

They talk say cool jew na the man