This is a song about "Black gangsters american"

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

I just write that right by a mic stand

Guest spot on american bandstand

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

My ancestors were brought here on american ships