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

Then put it into sex drive

The world seems strange at times

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Fitting ya without ma gang

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Or something that you paid for

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear