This is a song about "Gang bangs"

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Of the rebel gang captain

He’s tha only one

Gang banging with bloods and crips

3m's on my new balance

But never once in a gang

This the land of the white man

High: that's why they call us planes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

And there's little to be glad for

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic