This is a song about "Gang shooting"

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im going on a shooting spree

Looking at your money

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Why are you talking about your gang

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

But i muscle rap

Fly bitch gang we did that

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

A shooting range with bullet limits

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Of a wolf gang gang bang

You gotta understand man