This is a song about "Bangin"

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift