This is a song about "I fancy you"

I'm after you bringing traffic through

I regret how i treated you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I hate it and i hate you,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy

I know you think you cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Baby you know i love you

Well, i still bang with you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

You know that i love you

Wolf gang, triple six crew