This is a song about "Gangsta ways you hate"

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

You bitches just spit so much hate

And now they're stereotypes against you and ignorant ways,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Cause both ways you be packing

Let my angel sing

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I hate it and i hate you,

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

You know the story, fuck questions, i grew up different ways,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".