This is a song about "Bane"

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Shut your mouth, call you bane

It's the wolf gang, golf wang

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Torrential rains of syllable bane riddle ur brain n' whittles it//

They think they bring that pain

And hold them captive like bane

Handicapped he goes he still stayed till everyone's defunct da enemies are slightly better than bane

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

So all the hustling for nothing man

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

Disguist-ing he is a bane instead of brother he's like crazy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see