This is a song about "Dead end gangsters"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Do you want to end up dead?!

Dead , shot etc

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,