He walks the streets
Representing wherever he goes.
Whenever you see him
Out his back pocket, a red bandanna flows.

Ask him what set he bangs or claims
He will say, “Blood!”
He loves the feeling of family
Of being in his gang.

In this world, this is a peace of sanity
Being apart of this gang.
So you beware of what you say
Or he will get mad
Because he loves it and his pants bag
And his red bandanna flows like a American Flag