This is a song about "Strange gang"

All the time with this glock of mines

The world seems strange at times

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

I may be strange, and a little different

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

I ain't, mad, at cha

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

You don't mean that, you faggot