This is a song about "London gang loss"

I pop one, you pop one

Of the rebel gang captain

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Still the man with the pan

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

But in the end it is his loss,

I let the white man get me, tally it as a loss

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across