This is a song about "Bobby shurmda so called being a gangster"

Are you comingto the point that your running

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

He was being a bully so i left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Every day, i spit the truth so i'm called a renegade,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I slain in a way so clean i've never been in this place called prison

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

So the days of being a duck are over