This is a song about "Bras gang"

Rapping bout this gang a whole hornets nest.

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I was born in a gang territory

Evidence shades man they go for six forty

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

The master of this rap shit

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

No gang alignment but i'm very vibrant

Fitting ya without ma gang

So if i talk down to a man

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice