This is a song about "Gang shit baby"

Playboy, i don't own that man

Fitting ya without ma gang

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

By a gang called the police

Get blown like lawn leaves

I didn't blow 'till i started talking a gang of shit, tell me who you prefer

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Focus on getting educated, not gang affiliated,

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit