This is a song about "New york gang"

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

But i guess that shit's just tough love

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

We on a world tour, wale your man

But never once in a gang

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

And new york to this very day has got the best,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,