This is a song about "My troubles"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

Amen, they say you only live once

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Grab my knife and my gun

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one