This is a song about "A 1930s gangster"

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

You act so gangster and hood but really you're too wrecked

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

On rappad you've been acting like a gangster for months