This is a song about "Prod gang enterprise"

By a gang called the police

Get blown like lawn leaves

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Why are you talking about your gang

And my name too big, and my gang too big

On trial for possession of some chronic

Of a wolf gang gang bang

They take a loss man

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

The science and the art, africa

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

But gang banging was an absolute calamity