This is a song about "Strange crystal music money tank gang"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

Why are you talking about your gang

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Your voice sounds like you’re always on the crack and crystal,

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

And i pray that never change

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

This the land of the white man

But never once in a gang