This is a song about "Prod gang enterprise"

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

While psychologists prod and probe and keep saying

I gotta question for you man

Why are you talking about your gang

You can bring your crew motherfucker

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

You ever been surrounded by a gang with no protection,

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Rapping bout this gang a whole hornets nest.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

I'm everything that they call nice