This is a song about "Drugs money gang"

I don't want it on my back

Fly bitch gang we did that

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I was born in a gang territory

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous