This is a song about "Gangster disiples"

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud