This is a song about "Fitting in with people"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

Taking my time, let me levitate

Cuz i hang with people that skate

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Hoppin' out a van

Fitting ya without ma gang

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Tried to talk with people like (proclaiming)

Young folarin, gold bottles, we so thorough

Setting people on fire with this inferno