This is a song about "Gang land"

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Handed down talent from the broke land

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

From ireland but i'll land, running

Hoping that he's listening

We on a world tour, wale your man

Fitting ya without ma gang

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Till i land in the land of flames and disbelievers of morals

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love