This is a song about "Gang battles"

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Constant battles of fools

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Rapping bout this gang a whole hornets nest.

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Inferior, but i'm nice

By a gang called the police

Climbing chutes and ladders to try and prevail in battles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks