This is a song about "Bangin"

Will i win or will lose, depression gang-bangin till i bruise

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

While i'm bangin my head on this door, i wind up with 4 more,

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Gang-bangin', thang hangin', introduced crack so they bang bang,

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run