This is a song about "Gay girl gang"

Oh i gotta face the day

Because what you spit is gay,

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Just take control if you can

And i need you to show me love

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

I make forty-some dollars a day

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay lookin' boy

I was gonna write you a poem today

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Gang banging with bloods and crips

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips