This is a song about "Fake gang shit"

Had to wear the 13's with them

Of the rebel gang captain

But this shit can't made you happy,coz all of that is fake

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Why are you talking about your gang

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

And i need you to show me love

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

If its not couture, i will not go to her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I didn't blow 'till i started talking a gang of shit, tell me who you prefer

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

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