This is a song about "Gangster bloodz"

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Red bottoms with the spike work

You gangster acting bastard.