This is a song about "Gang frieds"

Why are you talking about your gang

And come back baby boomerang

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

It's for the high crime rates for all that gang bang violence,

Gang banging with bloods and crips

My team getting digits

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I'm a gang man let's play hang man cos your raps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

I call em up, they might fall through