This is a song about "Being a gangster"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

Never ever pay rent

A childhood being depressed,

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

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