This is a song about "Flash gang"

But let's be realistic i'm not flash

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

But when riches hit back , u can see the cameras flash

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I'm everything that they call nice

By a gang called the police

Gang banging with bloods and crips

When you spill out hits

I'm brewing a stew 'n' spewing the truth with this news flash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

So all the hustling for nothing man

But never once in a gang

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Beautiful are thou, africa