This is a song about "Condeming the gangstar"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

The fiends supply the shady

They say nothings ever free

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Cause u know that this my jam

The game plan, the game plan

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The bigger the the fun

I told him get his 9 and run

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Gangstar am a gangstar since i unleashed ma anger, all because

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave