This is a song about "Being a boy in londin"

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

It's like being stuck in a maze and i can't get out

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

Awkward kid in need of a mom who cared/ dressed like a boy

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

That being this lazy in love is most certainly a crime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

I can't tell who's telling the truth in being a liar.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

How can one boy in a cypher be so mean and crude

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down