This is a song about "London gang life"

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Stood out like pootie tang

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

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