This is a song about "Guns weed pussy fighting gang"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Of a wolf gang gang bang

So part of the plan

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Beautiful are thou, africa

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance