This is a song about "Gang realated"

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

The science and the art, africa

Rapping bout this gang a whole hornets nest.

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Why are you talking about your gang

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

I was born in a gang territory

You a lady boss, now you fly free

By a gang called the police

Right flows down and they might go nice

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,