This is a song about "Being a gangster"

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Or was i just a desolate being

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

If its not couture, i will not go to her

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for