This is a song about "Cunt rash dragon ball z out the windowon"

From the bench to the ball

Didn't do a thing at all

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

I spit raps hotter than a dragon ball z fireball

Come battle the blue dragon

I'm a son of gun

I've got nothin' to worry about

We got money so we ball out

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

From an indonesian dragon at a party on the weekend

Where the ball meets the wall

Now we must stand tall

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

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