This is a song about "Fake gangster"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

You can think i'm a fake,

If i die before i wake

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Sometimes two people jump their feelings out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux