This is a song about "Gang shooting"

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Third ward general, young cash money

Im going on a shooting spree

Cause u know that this my jam

Of a wolf gang gang bang

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah