This is a song about "The underwatergang"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Still the man with the pan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news

Down the street to the car,

I guzzle up at the bar

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the