This is a song about "Gang ghees money drugs"

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Here i go again, searching for love

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous