This is a song about "Street kings gang"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Leave you severed across the street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Inferior, but i'm nice

By a gang called the police

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

We fuckin' it up this summer

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner