This is a song about "Gangster disciples"

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

That's not what the preachers, disciples, and nuns say,

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Living a life harder than a gangster

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots