This is a song about "Gangster disiples"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

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

You gangster acting bastard.

Yeah you know i got that work

I said i'm hurting her

And i'm like a gangster