This is a song about "Fake gangsters"

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

And i could see you coming home after work late

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Ur love was always fake

All dem niggas gonna hate

Ur love was always fake

See my hands start to shake

We got young people's lives at stake

I don't believe in bein fake

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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