This is a song about "Gangster bitches"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

And i'm like a gangster

I thought i recognized her

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt