This is a song about "Gangstas"

So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Then fly over to other side where gangstas ride

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Fuck all you faggots your not gangstas your just wannabees.

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

To gangstas i'm a motherfuckin' redneck from a trailer park,