This is a song about "Gang control"

Just another system of control

Open up your contacts then scroll

Purify that woman soul

Just a new system of control.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

They bringing me fish and chips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

So if i talk down to a man

Fitting ya without ma gang

She lashes at me, out of control,

De la soul is from the soul