This is a song about "Gangs and gangsters"

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back