This is a song about "Bangers"

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Bangers fly like lotus fil

As i light one for ill will

Or a come-up, whos to say? i know i got bangers, why not get paid?

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Bangers take ém hostage,

Coming back with this shit bitch

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Even stranger, fear and anger expressed through the same bangers

Still the man with the pan

I know that bangers jam