This is a song about "Gangstas"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Fuck all you faggots your not gangstas your just wannabees.

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Come clean gangstas are mean i got many dreams

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Gangstas dying from day to day

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Real gangstas move in silence

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

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