This is a song about "Gangster disiples"

Never said i was a gangster, i'ma prove you ain't one

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Yeah, right, get over here faster

And i'm like a gangster

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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