This is a song about "Blood gangster"

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

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

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

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

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Never said i was a gangster, i'ma prove you ain't one

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen