This is a song about "Actin like a gangsta"

Words of an evil twin, actin like satan finally gotta win,

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Cant hold a candle to my infinate fuckin darkness actin like a narcissist and for the last

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Actin' like you don't know, yo you look a bit stumped,

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

And actin like a sweety pie

In the lambo looking like a fly

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Quit actin' like you got benjaimin wads with a hand of fimps, thought

Actin' like i'm a dump truck, dumpin' this trash over your night grind

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind