This is a song about "Johnny and his white pants"

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Johnny manziel, i am the man/

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Blood stainin black and white tops

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

And stressed... about my white past

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

The young white boy with weed in his backpack