This is a song about "Gangster disipcle"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs