This is a song about "Gangster"

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

And i be countin' money till i pass out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

You gangster acting bastard.

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

I'm the only gangster who doesn't have a bitch.

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that