This is a song about "Fucking man"

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Fucking die, you just couldn't be a man now your my least favorite fan,

'cuz y'all make about as much sense as a fucking homeless man,

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Energized like ritalin, rhymes hit so hard, man they're fucking crippling

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Man you gotta do something man

Im that man, ima the man

Hoppin' out a van

You start separating quicker with every fucking week man

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

You comeplete waste man

Yeah, the kid in this thang