This is a song about "Bangin"

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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