This is a song about "Noop gang"

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

Ima let her be by herself in peace

By a gang called the police

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Fitting ya without ma gang

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Playboy, i don't own that man

Of a wolf gang gang bang

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Fly bitch gang we did that

The door crack, niggas all black

I was born in a gang territory

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see