This is a song about "Gangster disciples"

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

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

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

And i'm like a gangster

That damier bag i bought her

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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