This is a song about "Gangster father"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Living a life harder than a gangster

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

But black kids come home to no father,

I'm a dogyeah, yeah i rap harder

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Said when i do dirt wit her

But look at my mother and father