This is a song about "Autorap gangstas"

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Then fly over to other side where gangstas ride

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Real gangstas move in silence

I never fit in with them light skins

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Come clean gangstas are mean i got many dreams