This is a song about "Gang fighting shooting hommies"

But never once in a gang

Life's about decisions man

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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

Now of days people will be shooting,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Why not me the same thing

You just keep on fighting

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Something wicked this way come

Of the rebel gang captain

4-3... yea, remember that please

By a gang called the police

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Fifth wheel on the back just hang