This is a song about "Bangin"

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

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

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

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

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

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam