This is a song about "Fake gangsters"

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Im washin off another plate

You got 3 votes by fake

We magnetizing the ghetto

You as fake as fake needs to know.

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Ur love was always fake

We both had dreams of being great

Ur love was always fake

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

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit