This is a song about "Banging on boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Cdg shit match my kicks

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Banging on the back door,

She leave her hair on the floor

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

So his boys can keep on beating niggas to get that sugar cane/

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Another dead woman,another bad boys

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox