This is a song about "Beats off my own thang"

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Right car with the wrong thang

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Looking at me and my dre beats

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Cant you get rich off your own track

Better than alcohol in everyway my mary jane, is showing everyone her thang,

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Im just tryna do my thang, got quick wits

And now your best friend's having kids