This is a song about "Bandits"

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

They yelling "curse us" cause they can't stand the bandits,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

They have a habit of calling people faggots, they move like bandits