This is a song about "Gang banging gets money"

Fitting ya without ma gang

It's the perfect plan

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Boring, trying to write, banging my head, snoring

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Fly bitch gang we did that

I'm about to snap

I ain't into ganging up, banging 'em, or slanging drugs,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

I also have a cutie to call

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six