This is a song about "Fake gangsters"

You can think i'm a fake,

Guess i'm self made

Talk sharp like a razor blade

You got 3 votes by fake

What is it gonna take

Ur love was always fake

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Vest i waz 13 making pussys take there last breath..i fuck with gangsters and

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again