This is a song about "1920 american gangsters"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Guest spot on american bandstand

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Together all the timethought it was true love

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,