This is a song about "Gang fightin"

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Why are you talking about your gang

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

The science and the art, africa

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits